This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 199 The Spirit Sword Makes Its Move

"What is this?" Xiao Xingchen was still puzzled, but as the token fell, he felt as if he were being pinned down by a thorn in his back, and felt that he was being firmly locked in by an intense killing intent.

"He's been crowned a king? He's really been crowned a king!" The crowd below gasped in disbelief.

At this moment, illuminated by dazzling golden light, Xiaoxingchen in the void resembled a bright and dazzling pearl, attracting countless people to worship.

People's thoughts froze instantly, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

It turns out that Xiao Xingchen was no nobody; he was actually a descendant of Xiao Jianxian!

In this way, everything makes sense, and only the descendants of Xiaojianxian are qualified to be crowned king.

Emperor Wu's gratitude for Xiao Jianxian's heroic act of turning the tide back then was understandable. Those doubts about why a young man should be granted the title of king vanished instantly.

It turns out they were too narrow-minded! How could Emperor Wu be so foolish?

With the public release of the royal decree, Xiao Xingchen now has only one identity—a descendant of Xiao Jianxian, the eldest son of the Xiao family. Regardless of whether he truly deserves the title, amidst the shock, a real crisis has already arrived.

Although Xiao Xingchen did not know what the token in his hand meant, the murderous intent emanating from the shadows made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He knew perfectly well that Emperor Wu had no good intentions, because even when the news of his investiture as a king spread, he had not felt that anyone wanted to take his life.

But now, that killing intent has solidified into a tangible form, like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to launch a fatal blow at any moment.

The root of all this lies in the mysterious token in his hand.

Just then, the bells of the ancestral temple rang out again, their majestic tones seeming like a call from ancient times. Immediately afterward, another imperial edict came from the palace: "After the Poet Immortal Gathering, open the gates of the ancestral temple to welcome heroes from all over the world to explore the Silent Temple."

The imperial edict conferring the title of king and the edict resolving many of the mysteries surrounding the Flower Language Pavilion today, along with Emperor Wu's generous acknowledgment of the anomalies beneath the ancestral temple and his invitation to everyone to explore together, undoubtedly provided a satisfactory explanation to everyone and prevented anyone from using this as an excuse to cause trouble.

It seemed like a calm and collected affair, but in reality, it shattered the plans of countless people, especially the meticulous schemes of the waters. Faced with this imperial edict, their intentions could no longer be concealed. Emperor Wu seemed to have seen through their intentions and simply opened the door wide, saying that after the Poet Immortal Gathering, they could have their wish fulfilled and their curiosity satisfied.

However, there is a prerequisite: after the Poetry Immortal Gathering, it is unknown how many people will survive.

After the two edicts were issued, the imperial palace returned to tranquility, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with it. Only the noisy people began to cheer for the birth of the new king. However, Xiao Xingchen was once again in danger.

The War Commander was furious. Just moments before, Xiao Xingchen had assured him that he would not be made a king, but now he had accepted the royal decree. This made everyone in the War Commander's mansion feel like they had been tricked, and they could not stand idly by.

"You brat, how dare you play tricks on us! I will never let you live under the same sky!"

Enraged, Zhan Wuqing led his men in an immediate attack. However, someone was even faster. The Senior Sister Tianling, whose true form was obscured by the clouds, suddenly vanished without a trace. As she disappeared, a chilling fluctuation filled the air.

"Watch out, it's a spirit sword transformed into qi!"

Yun Xiyao's face paled, and she cried out in alarm, trying to warn the people ahead. But her cries were clearly in vain. Before Zhan Wuqing's men could even reach Xiao Xingchen, fine, hair-like cracks began to appear on their skin, as if they had been cut by invisible blades. Perhaps because the spiritual energy transformed into swords that were invisible and intangible, they had no time to react. Their bodies, rushing forward like moths to a flame, were like those that had entered a terrifying meat grinder. Just as they were about to reach Xiao Xingchen, they could no longer move forward an inch. Blood mist exploded like fireworks, mixed with wisps of frozen snow, like ice flowers blooming on the plateau, tragically beautiful and chilling.

"What is this?"

Xiao Xingchen was frozen in place, not daring to move at all. He clearly felt that he was surrounded by invisible spiritual swords, as if a merciless meat grinder was lurking around him, and any slight movement would result in him being mercilessly cut by the spiritual swords.

Such a bizarre way of drawing the sword horrified him. The people of the War Marshal's Mansion instantly turned into blood mist. This terrifying killing intent caused those who witnessed this scene to retreat in fear. Even Ruoxue and the Princess kept retreating, as if some invisible terror was chasing them.

Only Yun Xiyao remained fearless. She raised her sword and slashed towards Xiao Xingchen like a bolt of lightning.

"Did you even ask me before you wanted to take the Blessing Token?"

"Another spirit sword?"

Huangfu Lingxue's voice was solemn, like two hard boulders colliding. The two spirit swords attacked simultaneously, their target clearly the token in Xiao Xingchen's hand.

"Holy crap, no way? You want this? I'll give it to you!"

Xiao Xingchen knew that this token was like a hot potato, and he didn't care what its purpose was.

However, at this moment, the two spiritual swords were clashing fiercely around him, making it impossible for any living thing to stand. Unfortunately, with Yun Xiyao's arrival, the two hidden spiritual swords seemed to be engaged in a fierce battle, and even the sky in front of the Flower Language Pavilion began to appear with a dense swarm of tiny spiritual energy swords, like locusts passing through.

These spiritual swords are like mischievous sprites, occasionally leaking out their energy. The seemingly insignificant spiritual energy, once dispersed, will cause a tremendous explosion on the ground.

"Oh no! Who is this person with such abilities? If this continues, innocent people may be harmed!"

Wang Mang, who had been standing by, felt a burning rage in his heart. However, the owners of the two spiritual swords possessed unfathomable strength, like two insurmountable mountains, which he could not possibly stop.

He could only watch helplessly as the spiritual energy and sword energy surged towards the ground like wild horses. He turned his gaze back to the Imperial Palace, wondering how the Martial Emperor could ignore such a powerful expert.

Why would they be allowed to act recklessly? He wasn't the only one with this question; only Xiao Xingchen knew that all of the Martial Emperor's actions were aimed at him.

Conferring titles of kings was one thing, but now Emperor Wu has added fuel to the fire. Conferring titles of kings would normally only provoke the hatred of war generals and the like, but with this inexplicable token falling from the sky, his enemies have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Clearly, even those extraordinary and detached masters wouldn't easily let go of this token. Just like these two spirit swords in front of them, they didn't even bother to warn them before trapping them tightly.

The moment they decide the winner will be the moment their token changes hands.

He tried to throw the token away, but each time he threw it, it would reappear in his palm like a ghost, as if it had become one with his body.

"Damn it, we're going to get really screwed over this time."

Suddenly, the spiritual swords that filled the air exploded like fireworks. In the dim light, he seemed to see two graceful figures holding long swords, constantly clashing like dancing fairies, or like two shooting stars colliding in the air. The powerful shockwave swept straight across Yong'an like a raging storm.

He attempted to use the power of the black-robed priest to escape his predicament, but as the golden light suddenly appeared, the priest, like a startled bird, had already disappeared and could not be mobilized at all.

At this moment, he was as if he had been caught in a net, surrounded by sharp spiritual sword energy.

The moment he makes the slightest movement, even taking the smallest step, cuts from the spirit sword immediately appear on his skin, as if he were being slashed by thousands of sharp blades at the same time.

The reason for this situation is simply that the two people fighting are at a level that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it is something that ordinary people cannot get involved in.

Even the people of Dali, Dayan, and even Wu Xie, were like frightened birds, fleeing early and watching everything intently from afar.

The two spirit swords in battle were like two dazzling shooting stars, and their first appearance in Yong'an shocked countless people.

This was the first time in their lives they had witnessed a fierce battle between beings above the fifth level. This battle had transcended the scope of what the naked eye could perceive. They seemed to be everywhere, and the spiritual energy floating in the air was like a nimble venomous snake, capable of instantly transforming into swords to launch a fierce attack.

This unbelievable attack method opened their eyes and made them realize that there were such experts outside of the Great Qian Dynasty.

But now another problem has arisen: what exactly is the token in Xiao Xingchen's possession that would make such a spirit sword fight so fiercely for it?

Everyone looked deeply puzzled. A token bearing the character "赐" (bestowed) descended from the heavens. Even an idiot would know that this was a priceless treasure, something truly from the Jade Capital.

The thought of snatching it flashed through their minds, but upon seeing the dense array of spiritual sword energy spreading out, they simultaneously realized a problem.

Such a transcendent being should not appear here. No matter whether it is the Great Qian Dynasty or any other country, there has never been such a master. The appearance of such a master usually means that something big is about to happen.